A Bouquet of Scattered Petals
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Adult +
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Taunting the (Blue-eyed) Green-eyed Monster (PG)
A collection of Sakura x Ino drabbles and ficlets
Author: ladygizarme
Word Length: 325
Spoilers: not really
Rating: G/PG?
Warning: kissing
A/N: Written for queershinobi100 on lj, challenge #3: jealousy
“It’s Sasuke. He’s back.”
Sakura’s words are soft—happy; relieved. Her eyes sparkle in a way incongruent with the dim light of early morning. And, though she’s been waiting four years for this day, and had fully expected to feel the same happiness as Sakura, Ino instead feels something different. Something darker.
It churns in the pit of her stomach and gives her the most nauseous feeling, as if her heart had become heavy as a stone and dropped down there. She tries to ignore it, pasting a smile on her face and making plans with Sakura to go see him; going through the motions of rekindling their old rivalry.
But as Sakura gives Sasuke wide grins, her cheeks tinting pink as she pulls him by the arm this way and that through the village, gaze flitting to Ino tauntingly, Ino finds herself merely watching, her blue eyes burning green with envy.
Gone are the days she’d have competed for Sasuke’s attention, pushing Sakura out of the way in order to ring her arms round Sasuke’s begrudging neck. Gone, too, are the days she’d cry together with Sakura, holding her close to give and gain comfort as they lamented Sasuke’s desertion. Kissing her tear-stained temple when she had fallen fast asleep, never to know come morning.
Gone are the days Ino could sweep her feelings under a rug, masking them with rivalry for love. Truly, she admits to no one but herself, her rival is Sasuke.
It’s hard to say who’s more surprised with the next turn of events. Sasuke, who is suddenly pushed aside to land on his ass in the middle of the market? Sakura, who is suddenly accosted against a vendor’s stand, Ino’s arms round her neck, lips pressed insistently to hers? Or, perhaps, Ino herself, who gasps when she feels Sakura’s tongue slide across her lips.
“Tch. About time,” Sasuke grumbles from the ground.
Sakura’s lips smirk against Ino’s in agreement.
End